Shinjiro looks at the color-coded packets, turning them over in his hands, holding them up to the light, anything that might reveal some kind of clue as to how they're related to the tea.]
Tch. Squat.
[He tips out a couple of the seeds into his palm to try to examine them as well, but as far as he can tell, they just look ordinary???]
Maybe you're supposed to plant 'em? Some kinda ... bullshit circle of life metaphor or some shit. I dunno.
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Shinjiro looks at the color-coded packets, turning them over in his hands, holding them up to the light, anything that might reveal some kind of clue as to how they're related to the tea.]
Tch. Squat.
[He tips out a couple of the seeds into his palm to try to examine them as well, but as far as he can tell, they just look ordinary???]
Maybe you're supposed to plant 'em? Some kinda ... bullshit circle of life metaphor or some shit. I dunno.